Текст: Gaelic Storm. If Good Times Were Dollars.

A piece of fluff, that's all that's in my pocket
That's enough to get me by
It's ain't so rough when there's nothing to swallow
If your head is full of memories

I got no credit but I don't sweat it
It don't bother me I don't really care
cause if good times were dollars
I would be a millionaire

A little smile breaks across my face
I sit awhile, close my eyes
It's not my style to worry about something
When something may be something that's nothing at all

I have no dough but you know
It don't bother me, I don't really care
cause if good times were dollars
I would be a millionaire
Ho

Everybody's in a rush, they've got some place to go
But if it's all the same to you, I'm going to sit right here
And watch the green grass grow

I'm in the bath, lying on my back
I do the math on my fingers and toes
I start to laugh cause I got nothing to my name
But I've got friends all around the world

I got no money and I think it's funny
It don't bother me, I don't really care
cause if good times were dollars
I would be a millionaire

I got no money and I think it's funny
It don't bother me, I don't really care
cause if good times were pennies
I would be a millionaire

I don't give a hoot